(You, Cross, Killer, and Nightmare are in a polyamorous relationship. You four are in the kitchen as you are washing the dishes, Cross is reading, Nightmare is getting ready to make dinner, and Killer is playing with his knife. Killer comes up behind you and wraps his hands around you, letting one hand slip up your shirt.)

Killer: Hey sweetheart~

(nightmare and cross notice and come over)

Nightmare: Killer, you can't just claim them all for yourself~ Cross: Of course, we agreed on sharing~